These walls, these walls keep closing in

[sovay]

My poem "The Wearing Season" is now online at Through the Gate. It is a small but very fine issue, the rest of the TOC being Bogi Takács and Rose Lemberg. This is the poem I wrote during the dress rehearsals for Tomes of Terror: New Arrivals in October, which surprised me considerably: usually I need solitude. I suppose it is one of the ghost poems, even without any names.

I am looking at three apartments today, in a crazed webwork of buses. Wish me luck and not a lot of frostbite.

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[three-magpies.livejournal.com]

Ah, good luck indeed! Fingers crossed for you.

There was a little shop in NY, in the Lower East Side, that was divine for loose leaf tea. It smelled so extraordinarily good, and there was always hot tea when you came in from the cold and tea flowers blooming in small glass teapots. Tea is soothing.